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DIY Grated carrot and onion salad 
This was the best! I just randomly decided to grate a couple carrots and a little bit of onion, and then squeezed lemon juice on top. Both zingy and sweet, the crunchy texture of the vegetables with the acidity of the lemon juice makes for a refreshing combination.
(Taken with picplz in Chicago, IL.)

DIY Grated carrot and onion salad

This was the best! I just randomly decided to grate a couple carrots and a little bit of onion, and then squeezed lemon juice on top. Both zingy and sweet, the crunchy texture of the vegetables with the acidity of the lemon juice makes for a refreshing combination.

(Taken with picplz in Chicago, IL.)

DIY Grilled Cheese with Jam
French bread and cheddar goat cheese fried sandwich with peach and apricot preserves. (Taken with picplz in Chicago, IL.)

DIY Grilled Cheese with Jam

French bread and cheddar goat cheese fried sandwich with peach and apricot preserves. (Taken with picplz in Chicago, IL.)

Partaking in some devastatingly sweet—and delicious—Crème de Violette.(Taken with picplz.)

Partaking in some devastatingly sweet—and delicious—Crème de Violette.(Taken with picplz.)

Homemade meatballs with homemade tomato sauce atop….storebought pasta. Sigh. One day. (Taken with picplz.)

Homemade meatballs with homemade tomato sauce atop….storebought pasta. Sigh. One day. (Taken with picplz.)

Feb 6
nevver:

Not just for breakfast anymore, Grapefruit Jello Shots

nevver:

Not just for breakfast anymore, Grapefruit Jello Shots

My restaurant club’s latest outing!
chicagorestaurantclub:

(Pictured above, starting left, going clockwise: Conor, Bethany, Tim, Genevieve, Denes, Robert, Greg, and Dave.)
The Chicago Restaurant Club Gets Sticky
Believe it or not, our lovely little club has amassed more than 30 Facebook members, and you never can tell who is going to commit to show up to the next event. (Except Genevieve and Bethany. They really, really love their food.)
This time, however, no less than eight of our members attended. This might have to do with the fact that the most recent restaurant in question was Sticky Rice, a BYOB, crowd-pleasing Thai restaurant in North Center that serves classic regional fare, as well as fried caterpillars and other varieties of bugs. At 8:30 on a Wednesday night, the place was bustling.

With a menu that has many pages as a children’s book and enough exotic dishes to pique all of our (already adventurous) appetites, deciding what to order was half the fun.

So, we did what any group of people who wanted to try as many different foods as possible, would: we ordered nearly two entrees per person, plus appetizers.
We started out with two orders of grilled squid, which was cooked expertly:

And followed it with some fiery yet refreshing papaya salad (this was quite hot. Greg got a little red in the cheeks):

We passed these dishes ‘round between servings of one of the most anticipated orders of the night, fried worms:

The worms weren’t all that intimidating once you tried them. They were like eating crispy, fried oil. Not a big deal.
The actual big deal was the Northern Thai sausage. Yumminess, encased:

We cleaned up our appetizers pretty quickly, and compared notes as we sipped the wine and beer we had brought. Then, plate after plate, the dinner entrees (some of which we ordered duplicates of, unintentionally) descended upon the table. One of the first we tried was this sweet and also savory lychee “nut” soup that Robert ordered. It was chock full of juicy lychees and flavored with coconut milk:

There was nothing quite like the ladyfish, either, which Denes ordered. This delightful variety of cuttlefish was slightly chewy and fried, and was mouthwatering with the peanut sauce with which it was served:

Two people ordered a mushroom entree, which I can’t recall much about, except that it was spicy and subsequently devoured:

Although they look alike in photos, the mushrooms are not to be confused with the cow intestines, pictured next. Bethany did us the favor of ordering these, and I daresay they were the best thing we ate that night. Rich and even creamy, you could hear people saying “Pass the intestines!” amid the clatter of forks and plates:

Let us not forget the awesome ice bucket with which we were provided:

Denes ordered ribs, which were quite tasty and meant to be eaten with our hands:

Greg didn’t know what to pick, and ended up choosing tilapia. This was the best tilapia I had ever had, and was served with a rich, unusual sauce, rendering it damn fabulous. 

Bethany also ordered the banana blossom chicken salad (which doesn’t taste like banana, but was a brilliant selection). It’s pictured here with a side of jasmine rice in a cute little basket:

We were filling up on the delicious food, and, every five minutes, more would arrive.

Like this chicken and vegetable dish about which I wish I remembered more:

And, gasp—an ant egg omelet! (It was very good. It tasted like an omelet.)

We stuffed ourselves and shared every plate. There was more that we ate that isn’t pictured, such as the frog legs I ordered.
After eating like kings, we got the check, and…

Only paid about $20 each, including the gratuity that was already included in the bill. What a deal!
The verdict: Sticky Rice was exciting, educational and very affordable and tasty. I bet it totally blows that unfortunately-located, name-I-can’t-place Thai place next door to it out of the water.

My restaurant club’s latest outing!

chicagorestaurantclub:

(Pictured above, starting left, going clockwise: Conor, Bethany, Tim, Genevieve, Denes, Robert, Greg, and Dave.)

The Chicago Restaurant Club Gets Sticky

Believe it or not, our lovely little club has amassed more than 30 Facebook members, and you never can tell who is going to commit to show up to the next event. (Except Genevieve and Bethany. They really, really love their food.)

This time, however, no less than eight of our members attended. This might have to do with the fact that the most recent restaurant in question was Sticky Rice, a BYOB, crowd-pleasing Thai restaurant in North Center that serves classic regional fare, as well as fried caterpillars and other varieties of bugs. At 8:30 on a Wednesday night, the place was bustling.

With a menu that has many pages as a children’s book and enough exotic dishes to pique all of our (already adventurous) appetites, deciding what to order was half the fun.

So, we did what any group of people who wanted to try as many different foods as possible, would: we ordered nearly two entrees per person, plus appetizers.

We started out with two orders of grilled squid, which was cooked expertly:

And followed it with some fiery yet refreshing papaya salad (this was quite hot. Greg got a little red in the cheeks):

We passed these dishes ‘round between servings of one of the most anticipated orders of the night, fried worms:

The worms weren’t all that intimidating once you tried them. They were like eating crispy, fried oil. Not a big deal.

The actual big deal was the Northern Thai sausage. Yumminess, encased:

We cleaned up our appetizers pretty quickly, and compared notes as we sipped the wine and beer we had brought. Then, plate after plate, the dinner entrees (some of which we ordered duplicates of, unintentionally) descended upon the table. One of the first we tried was this sweet and also savory lychee “nut” soup that Robert ordered. It was chock full of juicy lychees and flavored with coconut milk:

There was nothing quite like the ladyfish, either, which Denes ordered. This delightful variety of cuttlefish was slightly chewy and fried, and was mouthwatering with the peanut sauce with which it was served:

Two people ordered a mushroom entree, which I can’t recall much about, except that it was spicy and subsequently devoured:

Although they look alike in photos, the mushrooms are not to be confused with the cow intestines, pictured next. Bethany did us the favor of ordering these, and I daresay they were the best thing we ate that night. Rich and even creamy, you could hear people saying “Pass the intestines!” amid the clatter of forks and plates:

Let us not forget the awesome ice bucket with which we were provided:

Denes ordered ribs, which were quite tasty and meant to be eaten with our hands:

Greg didn’t know what to pick, and ended up choosing tilapia. This was the best tilapia I had ever had, and was served with a rich, unusual sauce, rendering it damn fabulous. 

Bethany also ordered the banana blossom chicken salad (which doesn’t taste like banana, but was a brilliant selection). It’s pictured here with a side of jasmine rice in a cute little basket:

We were filling up on the delicious food, and, every five minutes, more would arrive.

Like this chicken and vegetable dish about which I wish I remembered more:

And, gasp—an ant egg omelet! (It was very good. It tasted like an omelet.)

We stuffed ourselves and shared every plate. There was more that we ate that isn’t pictured, such as the frog legs I ordered.

After eating like kings, we got the check, and…

Only paid about $20 each, including the gratuity that was already included in the bill. What a deal!

The verdict: Sticky Rice was exciting, educational and very affordable and tasty. I bet it totally blows that unfortunately-located, name-I-can’t-place Thai place next door to it out of the water.

Breakfast of Champions
Nova smoked salmon with green onions and goat cheese on french bread; an egg over easy with hot sauce on french bread.

Breakfast of Champions

Nova smoked salmon with green onions and goat cheese on french bread; an egg over easy with hot sauce on french bread.

I Heart Herring

I grew up eating pickled herring as part of regular holiday spreads, thanks to my Milwaukee-bred grandparents’ Polish and German heritage. However, I hadn’t tried it smoked until I saw it on special in an unassuming outdoor bistro in Paris last October. Served in plump fillets atop warm boiled potatoes and crunchy carrots, the flavor of the succulent fish rivaled that of smoked salmon.

Turns out it’s getting some menu-time on our side of the ocean, too, according to the New York Times.

The Chicago Restaurant Club: The Chicago Restaurant Club Enjoys a (Surprisingly Tame) Pig Roast

chicagorestaurantclub:

Once we got word that El Cid—a unanamously celebrated Mexican restaurant in Logan Square—was having its last pig roast of the summer, we knew that it would inevitably be our next stop.

Upon the idea of a pig roast —or, as the restaurant dubbed it, a “Pig & Swig”—I had immediately conjured…

Aug 8

The Chicago Restaurant Club Does Dim Sum

For our fourth outing, the Chicago Restaurant Club decided to go cheap, exotic and early. We got dim sum!

Now, not all dim sum restaurants are created equal. We liked Furama in Chicago’s Uptown because, in addition to a menu of enormous variety, they have a huge upstairs ballroom that is open on weekend mornings. There are few restaurants in the city with such sprawling real estate, and rest assured, Furama still packs them in.

But before we get to the meal, let’s observe the cheesy photo we took next to the entrance upstairs. I find it especially funny that, in addition to our we-are-tourists-at-your-restaurant pose, our hands are primly folded in front of our fronts while the Buddhas on either side are reaching to the ceiling in unmitigated joy.

Anyway, the food was really, really good. Servers arrived in a steady stream with carts bearing different dumplings, buns, balls, puffs, cakes, salads, soups and every matter of delightful dim sum.

Nicole—a new member to the club, as well as a vegetarian—was still able to eat well in spite of the large presence of beef in the carts.

 Like this shrimp dumpling (pictured above in the central bowl by the teacup). You can barely see the banana leaf-wrapped beef/stickey rice roll to the right, but the noodle salad, pictured front and center, was delicious.

Here’s a better shot of those banana leaf-wrapped rolls, with some shrimp-tofu dumplings up front.

You can see on my plate, here, next to my mangled banana leaf concoction, an as-yet unadulterated sweet red bean bun. Oh, how I loved those buns!

We had much more than I had time to photograph, like fried sesame buns and steaming tofu soup, among other dishes. I did get time to capture our second dessert, little egg custard cakes.

The experience in total was delightful. Mind you, we each had horrendously long treks from our respective neighborhoods, capped off by a bout of rain that soaked us and promptly stopped once we arrived that morning. But when we sat down, the excitement of the spacious, busy ballroom and cart after cart of unique dishes being offered to us at such a quick pace made for giddy moods. Nicole, Bethany and I discussed ladylike topics such as pap smears and iPad games for cats.

Oh, and it was, dare I say it, cheap. The total for the three of us was just above $35 before tip.